Words & music by Væring 2002
In the mirror every morning
there’s a girl who’s watching me
she looks strange and slightly older
than I ever want to be
In the mirror every morning
I pretend I do not see
that she’s smiling, ‘cause I’m tired
and I don’t want her to bother me
Seems she’s made of spare-parts only
teeth and jaw and collarbone
obviously are left-overs
from some wealthy people’s home
In the windows as I pass them
there’s this girl who follows me
I walk faster try to lose her
but she’s keeping up you see
Seems she’s made of spare parts only
skin and hair and all her limbs
are the words that were not chosen
from his list of synonyms
From the mirror her reflection
teases and talks back at me
in her eyes I see her power
I wonder what she sees in me?
Seems I’m made of spare parts only
odds & ends that surely
are missing from a larger picture
that somehow I fail to see
She’s some sort of wayward stranger
still I know it’s not a scam
every morning by the mirror
I catch up with who I am
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